A letter from June 20th, 2017

Hey FutureMe, I have a feeling I know what you're feeling right now even if I have no idea when you'll get this but we are creatures of habit, aren't we? But do you remember that day we met Vinny for the first time? In all his piercings and crazy jewellery, all tatted up? Well I remember it like it was yesterday And Sonny got you guys talking and you knew this was a perfect stranger but something about him felt familiar. He seemed like someone you could instantly trust (might've had something to do with you both being kind of high 😅) and then you both realised why. It was Sky. She was the connection. She hadn't mentioned either of you but you could see it in each other. The influence she had on you both. You just knew. Then you got to talking and confirmed it. It was so weird. I don't believe in fate or any other kind of bullshit like that (I'm not sure if you still feel the same) but it definitely felt like something close to that. Sky is flawed. Sky can be blunt and harsh. But Sky is a beautiful being. And you love her. And she played a big part in who I became. Who you became. And Vinny understood that. You understand that. There was a time when you and her had something. But your love evolved. It transcended flesh and feelings. She became your family. The first family not by blood. I hope you haven't forgotten that. She is not perfect but she is your family. Don't let her go. Don't push her out or anyone out just because you'd rather be alone. Just because sadness is easier than living. Because than you don't have to own up to your mistakes. Blaming life instead of facing it. If your still where I am then I just want to ask you one thing. Do you remember that poem by Arthur Conan Doyle? That one with the theological satire? Like something out of Monty Python 😆 Well if you don't it was about microscopic cheese mites arguing, trying to determine the origins of their chunk of cheese. "The cheese-mites asked how the cheese got there, And warmly debated the matter; The Orthodox said that it came from the air, And the Heretics said from the platter. They argued it long and they argued it strong, And I hear they are arguing now; But of all the choice spirits who lived in the cheese, Not one of them thought of a cow." Penny for your thoughts maybe. I think you know what I'm trying to say so go do it you lazy ass. Be bold. From the younger and probably better looking you.